I am ruined by the ruins Make me my house Poor if your sun love Dont go hug me Tomorrow, hug me Bed up my bed Whatever I am in front of you hug you John Half June Old Wound I have an eye to the bottom of the sea Tired of being alive I love life I like
love more than I wish I have been airing my soul Be free to be a bird I have a hug
Your arms maybe I can know something from my fragrance with me the smell of homeland with me that half June half June I have an old wound I love my life I love you
